Tryna keep this blog active so I guess sometimes there can be stories instead of cartoons. One event in the process that led to the creation of this blog was a discussion among several people, one of whom still follows this blog despite the near year of inactivity, of the total or near-total lack on the internet of SixPeri sex pollen fic with any sex, so let’s address that.
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“I’m quite certain,” said the Doctor, “that both of us have passed beyond competence to consent.”
Conversation on the walk back to the TARDIS from the Aldebaran flower park had faltered as the effects of the Aldebaran giant sunflower spore explosions had begun to be felt, and had halted entirely as the feelings were silently but mutually recognized by each as effects of the spores. Both Peri and the Doctor had burst through the TARDIS door, simultaneously reached for the door lever and then snatched their hands away once the doors were shutting at the sensation of the other’s touch. Now they were clutching adjacent panels of the console, and regarding each other with still-mounting spore effect feelings barely contained.
“I think we’re going to anyway,” Peri answered the Doctor. Still clutching the console edge with both hands, not necessarily consciously she was now rubbing her crotch, where her shorts appeared to be damp, against the corner of the console between them.
“I’m going to be sorry I got you into this, when I can be sorry for things again.” The Doctor was still holding onto the console too, but moving toward Peri as if being pulled, his far hand making skidding noises against the console surface.
“There’s no one I like that I want to have sex with or see naked less than you. I was bored and I made a list.” The Doctor’s nearer hand brushed against hers. “Oh god.” Her hand left the console and, as if of its own volition, reached under his waiscoat to grab the waistline of his trousers at the fastening point, tugging.
The Doctor took hold of her shoulders and moved them facing each other. Peri with both hands opened his trousers, which fell to his ankles, as he reached down the back of her leotard, unhooked her bra, and pushed leotard and bra down to her waist, the upper ends of the sleeves of the leotard coming to rest at her elbows. The Doctor’s legs were about as hairy as an unshaven human’s; his penis was hidden in his shirttails. Peri’s breasts were large and pale with tan lines matching the bikini in which she’d boarded the TARDIS, and her nipples were stiff and erect with areolae large and pebbled.
At the same time Peri reached under the Doctor’s shirt for his penis and stroked it a few times with both hands, and the Doctor cupped her breasts running his thumbs back and forth on her nipples. She gasped and he groaned. Then they were kicking off their shoes and pushing each other’s clothing the rest of the way off, foreheads pressed together and breathing irregularly in each other’s faces. This took Peri much longer than it took the Doctor, so he spent less time undressing her than teasing her nipples, clitoris and labia with his fingers. By the time she was done he had also maneuvered them both over to the console room wall with the the extension bunk he had installed just before the TARDIS’ landing on Spiridon, and hit the button to extend it. It struck Peri in the back of her calves and they ended up on it with the Doctor on top of Peri, his hips between her thighs, their foreheads and noses still pressed togather, their heads oriented toward the opening in the wall.
Caught between their bellies, the Doctor’s erection lay in the crease between Peri’s labia pressed against her clitoris. Bodily movement from their panting rubbed the penis and clitoris together, and suddenly Peri was pumping her hips up against the Doctor on purpose. “Maybe,” she grunted, “if we grind my clit on your dick it’ll satisfy the spores.”
“There’s only one way to find out,” admitted the Doctor, instead of something sarcastically cynical. He braced himself hands and knees on the bunk’s surface atop Peri and pumped back on her, in motion that quickly became ferocious for both. Peri scrabbled for a grip at the top of the opening in the wall and her ankles crossed and bobbed above the small of his back. Peri and the bunk made small, sharp, rapid noises while the Doctor only grunted at regular intervals. Peri’s breasts jounced as far as they would go in both directions. A filament of preejaculate semen formed between the end of the Doctor’s penis and the center of the dark patch of hair between Peri’s legs. They tried not to look at each other but couldn’t long keep their eyes off each other.
After both forever and not long enough, Peri’s face got a sudden surprised look, though only for a moment. The Doctor watched her eyes pop open and her teech clench shut, and her pumping became bucking accompanied by loud full-throated grunts. At first it was a slower rhythm than his continued thrusting, then more rapid, accompanied by limb flailing. Finally her eyes shut and her jaw dropped open and her arched back gave one final spasm, and Peri said, “Oh,” as the Doctor’s erection slipped inside her. And, “Oh!” And, “Oh …”
The Doctor tried to stop thrusting and only succeeded at slowing down. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“Neither of us are doing any of this on purpose.” Peri had been lying still since the penetration, propped up on her elbows, her knees up and her feet on the bunk’s surface. The Doctor had dropped his forehead to hers again. Now she thrust her hips again underneath the Doctor, matching his slower rate. “Keep talking.”
“Why?”
“I don’t talk when I have sex and you never stop talking. If we’re talking then we aren’t really having sex, it doesn’t count.” Catches in her voice and an increase in the rate of the noise the bed was making belied Peri’s assertion.
“I can think of nothing to talk about except what we’re doing,” the Doctor said, his hips continuing to slip himself into her again and again.
“Then that will have to do.” Peri obviously meant to shout that but didn’t have enough breath.
“Very well. My penis is almost painfully erect, and sliding it back and forth within your lubricated vaginal walls feels indescribably good.” They were still watching each other’s faces even with them in such proximity.
“Your dick feels so good pushing into me,” Peri said. She bit her lip for a moment and said, “My pussy’s so hungry for this. It wants to go so slow forever but it wants to speed up right now.”
“‘Hungry’ is such a good word for it. I feel my penis both satisfied and tantalized.”
“Are you screwing to screw right now, or screwing to cum?”
The Doctor gulped before answering. “I was working toward orgasm before I slipped inside you, and that with the accompanying concern of trespass, however dulled by our conditon, distracted me. But, having now put the idea back in my head, you have but a moment to prepare for that more rapid coitus we were discussing.” With this warning he began pounding into her again.
Peri dropped, or was simply unable to continue, the attempt to engage in conversation. She and the Doctor arched their backs and threw their heads back, and she laced her fingers into his hair. After another indeterminate period of time the Doctor let out a loud groan, then a series of short grunts in time to spasms in his hips and his ejaculating penis, then more groans during reflexive short thrusts, and finally a huff as he carelessly lowered himself onto Peri and lay on top of her panting and dripping slowly inside her.
After a moment Peri said, “Keep going!”
“There is a certain biological recovery required, even for Time Lords.”
“But you’re still hard. Get on your back.” The Doctor’s body gave another twitch as Peri’s vagina slid off his now particularly sensitized erection while she worked to jostle him onto his back without dumping either of them out of the bunk, with little cooperation from him. With much inarticulate utterances of complaint on both sides Peri finally got the Doctor arranged supine on the bunk. She staddled him facing away and lowered her vagina onto his still spore-erect penis, drawing more spasms and a few noises for that and for the first minute she stroked it inside her.
Once he’d settled down she said, with some difficulty because now she was panting from the pleasure, “I like this … position because it’s … easier for … me to cum some … how.”
“Centuries of … reading and experience … suggest,” said the Doctor, grabbing Peri by the waist and thrusting underneath as she had done when he was on top, “… that the Earthwoman’s G … spot is … more accessible to impact … from the tip … of the penis … in rear-entry … positions …”
Peri spoke no more for a long time. With her knees bracketing his and her hands wrapped around his ankles she bounced her G-spot on the Doctor’s penis, panting and making little pleading whimpers, until she ugly-came, ramming herself on him and grunting with every convulsion. Then she did it all again when the Doctor held her in hands-and-knees place and shifted himself into a squat behind her, holding onto her by her breasts and her nipples to slap into her until she ugly-came again and so did he; and that was apparently the full course of the spore effects because then they fell apart onto opposite ends of the bed.
When Peri’s face began turning red and moved one forearm to cover her nipples and the other hand to cover her pubic hair, the Doctor cupped himself and said, “Are we going to be all right?”
But she was grinning. “For two people on each other’s 'never would I ever’ list, that was a fantastic fuck.”
“There are spores that affect humanoids in similar or identical ways on approximately three percent of the habitable planets of the universe,” said the Doctor. “This is far from the first time I’ve been through this and it’s not likely the last time you will.”
“I’m looking forward to it. Why am I looking forward to it?”
“It’s the endorphin rush. Of course there’s also an inevitable endorphin crash. But I can recommend a method of ameliorating the effects of the crash, which you can probably guess if you’re interested.”
Peri’s blush had faded and now returned full brightness. But she smiled with her lower lip in her teeth, dropped her hands, and used them to scoot herself on her butt across the distance between them.
